I went to Amsterdam in February. Oh, did I mention that already? What’s that? I haven’t shut up about it? Whilst London was immersed in the first ‘proper snow’ to reach it in what feels like an age, I was off in icy ‘Dam (and no, I didn’t skate on the frozen canals). I did

As I’m sure you all know, at this point, I love pizza (who doesn’t?). What you might not know, however, is that I am, slowly, becoming a bit of a fan of beer. I mean, it’ll never take over my love for prosecco, of course, but being with a guy who’s a bit of a beer nerd

I’m a creative soul. Not that I think I’m necessarily ‘artistic’, or even as skilled as I wish I was…but that I need to be able to do something creative at least once in a while, to feel inspired, and to unwind. Having said that, starting my amazing new job last year has meant I

I’m painfully Italian. I live on a combination of pasta, pizza, or bread, most days…which in hindsight isn’t always the best for my health & fitness goals. Whoops. Either way, carbs are the way to my heart. What’s not the way to my heart? Spending excess cash. Especially when I’m making this my year to finally save

I haven’t got the best skin. It’s not as bad as it was when I blogged about it a few years ago, but it’s been getting a little bit out of control lately, and I recently decided I needed to revamp my skincare routine a little. …luckily, that decision coincided quite well with the UK

My grandfather came over to England on a boat, I think. Or maybe that’s the romantic picture I have in my head, of him hunkered down on a chilly vessel, dreaming about what kind of life awaited in London, when he finally made it there. It would have been the early 1950s when he got

What is Galentine’s Day? I’m not a fan of Valentine’s Day – not because it’s commercialised, or because I hate PDA, or for any of those pretty valid reasons…I just don’t care. It doesn’t mean anything to me. You know what does, though? Galentine’s Day. Using the day before Valentine’s to celebrate your girl gang, and letting